My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away. Safe in monotony, so safe, day after day. Count your blessings. Cold wind blows off the lake and I know for sure that it's too late. Count your blessings on one hand.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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1279 | 2020-12-05 08:44:47 | 45.23 | 93% |
913 | 2020-09-15 17:41:46 | 46.07 | 94% |